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Now I'm a union man. Amazed at what I am. I say what I think, that the company stinks. Yes I'm a union man. . When we meet in the local hall. I'll be voting with them all. With a hell of a
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tiDimming of the Day. arAlison Krauss & Union Station. alPaper Airplane (2011). Alison Krauss & Union Station - Dimming of the Day. Album Paper Airplane (2011). Songwriter Richard Thompson. LRC Tony
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together for one more chance. The skeletons are screaming for one last dance. It's all the same, the same old sound. This is the end of the underground The story has such a common theme. We sign the line
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Countdown to the very end. Equality, an invitation that we wont extend. Ready aim, pull the trigger now. Its time you firmly secure your place in hell State of the union address. Reads war torn country
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, yeah. (Western Union, clickety clack). (Incomprehensible). Send my lovin' baby back to me She won't open my letters. She won't answer the phone. When I'm ringin' her doorbell. She says there ain't
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underground, another year another pound. Everything is just the same. Nothing ventured nothing gained. All you hear is the sound of the hero underground This is life black and white. under a grey sky
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Rattle big black bones in the danger zone. There's a rumblin' groan down below. There's a big dark town, it's a place I've found. There's a world going on underground They're alive, they're awake
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) Hand me my nose-ring. (Can we be happy?). Show me the mosh pit. (Can we be happy?). We can be happy. Underground Who's got the looks?. Who's got the brains?. Who's got everything?. I've got this
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. I'm Live from the underground, underground. Live from the underground, underground. Underground, underground. Live from the underground railroad Verse 1. My papa told me get paper, motherfuck a
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. I'm Live from the underground, underground. Live from the underground, underground. Underground, underground. Live from the underground railroad Verse 1. My papa told me get paper, motherfuck a
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The last train is nearly due. The underground is closing soon. In the dark deserted station. Restless in anticipation. A man waits in the shadows. . His restless eyes leap and scratch. At all
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There is power in a factory, power in the land. Power in the hands of a worker. But it all amounts to nothing if together we don't stand. There is power in a union Now the lessons of the past were
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Bài hát Psyke Underground - Quentin Mosimann. Underground, peel aground. I give up some love and sound. You feel the crowd screaming loud. Facing to like love and sound. Underground, peel aground. I
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Underground,. They want us to go underground. Underground,. They want us to go underground. You've got the right,. You've got the right to say what you think. You've got to fight,. 'cause
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is not like they say,
. a live is hard to make it stay. I drown my feelings in the sea,. dry up over on the beach. Instrumental Outro. (Ritual) ritual. (union) union,. (got me, ooh-ah-ooh). has
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Your always ending up at the bottom. (Thinking it over, you're thinking it over). The life you've given up left you hollow. (Its too late to start over). . Don't you know you're right here on
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. And the car I drive is a Chevrolet. It was put together down in Argentina. By a guy making thirty cents a day Well, it's sundown on the union. And what's made in the USA. Sure was a good idea. 'Til
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out in Brooklyn-. To watch the Island bridges blow. They turned our power down,. And drove us underground-. But we went right on with the show. I've seen the lights go out on Broadway-. I saw the
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out in Brooklyn-. To watch the Island bridges blow. They turned our power down,. And drove us underground-. But we went right on with the show. I've seen the lights go out on Broadway-. I saw the
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out in Brooklyn-. To watch the Island bridges blow. They turned our power down,. And drove us underground-. But we went right on with the show. I've seen the lights go out on Broadway-. I saw the
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There's a dream, I feel. So rare, so real. All the world in union. The world as one. Gathering together. One mind, one heart. Every creed, every color. Once joined, never apart. Searching for the
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Verse 1. For you it's hard to say, "I'm sorry. ". You know it's just the same for me. Goodbye, my friend. Goodbye, my friend. You think you're not to blame for this. I'm feeling just the same
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Back and forth you wonder. Through your mind. Winters passing over. But it wont find you. . Take what you can. Change the seasons. . Isolate yourself and. You will find. There's no rhyme or
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me my nose-ring. (can we be happy?). Show me the mosh pit. (can we be happy?). We can be happy, underground. . Whos got the looks?. Whos got the brains?. Whos got everything?. I've got this
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me my nose-ring. (can we be happy?). Show me the mosh pit. (can we be happy?). We can be happy, underground. . Whos got the looks?. Whos got the brains?. Whos got everything?. I've got this
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night, tossing and turning underneath his printed quilt protector, tears welling in his eyes,. As he pictured Marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor and the smooth soothings of some Neanderthal
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with the profound. It's enough to put a church underground. It's enough to put a church underground Deflowered young and then ever since. She's tried to wash off his fingerprints. So every charlatan
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Oh, Western Union man send a telegram to my baby. Send a telegram, send a telegram, oh. Send a telegram to my baby. This is what I want you to say I want you to tell her that I'm all alone. I
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Here's to the day when all the skies turned white. Warm powder coated parking lots, familiar thoughts,. most higher forms of life. And all the commotion must have scared away the sun,. but not
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(paul craft/rocky top music, bmi) When time was young we walked the roads together. When love was sweet I meant the world to you. Now comes the sun we'll say goodbye forever. And teardrops will
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When I'm gone, don't bury me. I will not lie under this town. I will not lie where I can't see. Please don't put me underground. . If the day is sunny, let my father say some words. If the
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You've closed a door in front of me. I wait patiently outside. And as the minutes tick away. I feel my anger rise And who's the object of my rage?. And who's not being fair?. Is it you for your
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. What a clown Cause everybody knows. The things she does to please. She's just a little tease. See the way she walks, hear the way she talks You're written in her book. You're number thirty-seven have
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me my nose-ring. (can we be happy?). Show me the mosh pit. (can we be happy?). We can be happy, underground. . Whos got the looks?. Whos got the brains?. Whos got everything?. I've got this